We first found Isis (our boxer) through petfinder.com. She was at Somerset County Animal Control and as soon as we saw her sweet little face in her photo, we fell in love. The wonderful people at the animal control were so kind to her, letting her sleep under their desks instead of in the kennel and feeding her venison to try to put on weight. When we contacted them, they said that she was too scared to be taken home but that we could come meet her a week after she came to them. We planned to go to Somerset twice: once to meet her and once to take her home a week or two later. However, when we met her, she wagged her little nub at us and put her head in our laps so the people at the animal control agreed that it would be okay for us to take her home. She was in such bad shape having been beaten, starved, bred, and fought, and we knew she needed to see the vet. The animal control didn't have adequate resources so they were unable to have her fixed or treated, and we signed a paper agreeing that we would take care of her. We took her to the loving vets (and techs!) at Celebrie Animal Hospital and they shaved her neck so her wounds could heal and gave us antibiotics. She's not perfect, and we've discovered some things that trigger protective aggression but we love her so much, we wouldn't trade her for anything. She's sweet, sensitive, and full of wiggles. It's been a long road but she's learned the meaning of love and trust and has definitely found her home.
Astrid (our pit bull), aka Turd, came to us a week after one of my sister's friends adopted her, apparently unaware of the challenges of a pit bull puppy. She was about six months old and when the owner tried to give her back to the MD SPCA, they said she would be euthanized so she reached out on Facebook for a new owner. When we saw her little face, we knew we had to at least try to give her a loving home. We took Isis to Crofton to meet her and they got along really well. They ran around and played. They instantly loved each other. So Isis became a big sister! For months, they spooned on the couch, snuggled in Isis' bed, and wrestled like there was no tomorrow. Isis taught Astrid how to punch like a boxer and Astrid taught Isis how to take the squeakers out of all her plush toys. Astrid has destroyed everything from our houseplants to our kitchen floor but we've learned to keep everything at a safe height. She was tough to housebreak and ruined a few carpets and blankets but Astrid is now a little over two years old and she keeps us laughing all day. She's a maniac who pukes in the car, puts her tongue in people's mouths, laughs in her sleep, sucks on blankets, and can't keep her feet from slipping on the kitchen floor. She eats everything and she's afraid of most adults but she LOVES kids. Her puppy hood was frustrating but we're so glad we stuck it out and didn't give up on her. She's grown into a great dog who's still a little timid at times but full of love and kisses.
The first time Melissa and her husband brought Isis in I helped with her appointment. Her scars were horrible. You could clearly tell she had a rough life prior to being adopted by her new loving family. They brought her in and said do whatever it takes to make her feel better. They didn't care about anything else but making sweet Isis feel at home. Dr. Garrett did an amazing job with her and Isis let us handle her to make her feel better. She was such a good patient. I just love seeing Astrid and Isis they are two goofy dogs who just love life.
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